Novel & Cerita Silver Hand

The warmth of the flames seemed to beckon the past forth, and I began. "You see, Silver's history is a tapestry woven with tragedy and perseverance, a tale that echoes through the ages of our kind." I narrated the tale even as I looked for clues that could help me find Lilac, my mate. "Long ago, Silver's family belonged to a pack steeped in tradition, where the howls of the wolves harmonized with the whispers of the trees. They were devout worshippers of the Moon Goddess, their lives entwined with the celestial dance of night and sky. And at the heart of it all was Silver, half wolf, half witch. Born from an Alpha father and a witch mother; a beacon of devotion and purity, entrusted as the p

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

Samantha “I wonder what you must think of Silverclaw, 12 of you were unable to convince me of your loyalty to my family, to Newblood.” My sharp gaze flickered over them all and I could feel the silver in my eyes flashing. Another thing that every Silverclaw member inherited with my blood alteration. The silver in our eyes makes its presence known to us, as well as everyone witnessing it. I could smell the terror on all of them, it practically engulfed the entire cabin.

Silver snapped at people in front of us not being gentle about shoving. A big guy turned to look at her. “The hell do you think you are?” He asked angrily. Silver gave a fake smile. “The name Reyes mean a thing to you?” The man stiffened and backed away immediately. His eyes then rested on my neck. “Sorry, didn’t mean to disrespect the chains.” He muttered. I furrowed my brows in confusion but Silver didn’t allow for any more questions as she led us forward, everyone else pretty much made way when they saw her red hair or Kaden’s chains.

I scream some more, but a cloth is fitted in my mouth, and the taste of it makes me gag. I don’t allow despair to touch my heart. I still have one option left, and that’s to shift. I close my eyes and brace myself for the swift change to happen, but something searing hot touches the inside of my wrist and makes me scream. Silver. I know it before I even see it.

At least I had changed the first part of our fate. Silver Springs was famous for its natural geothermal steam rooms. Clara dragged Liam off to the buffet. Those two were always in sync when it came to food. It was good to see. Seeing her so innocent and carefree, I felt a wave of emotion wash over me. In this life, I just want my sister to be happy. I found an empty sauna. The steam rose, blurring the world around me. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of peace.

"Silver is a seer, a wise woman. She knows things that we can't even begin to understand." Ava nodded, her face still uncertain, but she seemed to relax a little, her shoulders dropping from their tense stance. We sat there in silence, waiting for Silver to return, our minds racing with thoughts of what she might reveal to us. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Silver emerged from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with a knowing light. She held a small pouch in her hand, its contents rustling softly as she moved.